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With noses to the ground, the hounds were off.
Dax figured out how to crack his eggs open, but Peter and Garrett required staff assistance.
Sharing was imposed. Garrett finally has his own toys.
An uncoordinated 80 lb puppy.
As a family, we know how to have fun.
Some of us, however, don't have an OFF switch.
Until I took the now wingless, squeaker-less duck away from him at midnight, it was "Mum, play with me, play with me!".
Then it was just pitiful to have to look at that face. "Gimme my duck."
This is more normal: the face of a sociopath!
